(((sold-out…)))

it seems like a sold-out stadium sometimes - thinking…
countless thoughts all clamoring for their ten seconds…
whatever version of “look at me, i exist too!” they happen to be…
even the above…
even this…

look: i exist (now)

mid-construction, writing itself (like a finger in wet cement) into the foundation of all experience:

“thinking is here”

and every one a little different…
even the same memory, perspective, question, or opinion is different this time than last time simply because now is different…
more experience, more information…
validating, contradicting, unaffecting…

the stadium is full and growing…
faces so far back there seems like no hope of seeing again…

i see this…

i see what’s around…

of course i would love to somehow see all faces; be knowingly with all of them all at once…

and maybe that is what’s happening in a way…

looking in the mirror is a much a moment as it is the appearance of the result of all of this mental activity…

every one of those faces is still in this one…
letting go does not erase from memory…

“thinking was here”

and yet there is a beauty in the forgetting…

in seeing what has become and discovering what is becoming…

all ever only in this moment…

now…

“just thinking”